Like the wind I move with force through a chosen path,

At times so quiet, loud without warning.

As a tornado screams with havoc into the dark night,

I am fierce but I am also the quiet calm.

Thunder is booming, the hammer that strikes hard,

I am at times quite loud, sometimes not seen.

Lightning strikes fast and bright in many directions,

I may at times appear scary, I will not cause harm.

Like the falling snow, a blizzard passing through,

There lies in me the avalanche, the soft snowball tossed to you.

The raging river is swift, powerful as it makes its way,

I am strong, fast and head strong.

Watch the ocean as it moves to everywhere,

I keep moving in many directions, I am one.

A hurricane has an eye just as I have an eye,

Yelling out with anger, it sweeps across the land.

Like the hurricane I can be a monster or I might leave all alone,

The raging storm has beauty just as a man has his storm.

Keith Garrett